(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce! - Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Some demons have a bad rep with their own kind
“You’ve done what when Byron was underage?” Lucian rumbled and Sam blinked.

“Abstained. He was a child. I’m a demon, but I’m not that kind of a demon. I’m an imp, not a succubus.” Cass felt his face warm at the way that Sam said that, before he gasped and covered his mouth. “N-Not talking about you, my Lord! Of course, never speaking about you that way. You weren’t raised in the traditional values of a typical sex demon, so-”

Sam kept surprising Cass. To the point that Cass wasn’t even sure how to respond. Sam knew what kind of demon Cass was. A sex demon. Cass had gone through all of this internal turmoil, humming and hawing over what was going on with him, and there Sam was. Already having the answers.

Cass dropped his head to his chest, his shoulders shaking as he felt laughter leave him. This was just fucking ridiculous.

“You knew what kind of demon I was?” Cass asked, raising his head to stare at Sam. Sam’s face flushed bright red. He stared at Cass, turning his gaze towards Lucian, before looking back towards Cass. Cass could feel the tension rising in the room, but what could he do? This was just the most ridiculous situation that this information could come out in.

“I, uh, well…” Sam trailed off, swallowing several times before he suddenly fell to the ground, pressing his face against the floor, nearly killing himself as he almost smashed his head against the coffee table. He threw his hands up above his head on the floor, and Cass jerked. His body moved instinctively to prevent Sam from hurting himself but Byron was there. He shoved the coffee table out of the way at the last second.

“Sam.” Byron scolded, but Sam either didn’t hear him over his own words, or was ignoring him.

“I am so sorry! I can’t-I can’t speak of why I know, but I think there are some…obvious signs, my Lord. I’m sorry! I hate that I’ve been unable to speak about these issues with you, but I made sure that you brought the classification book with you everywhere in case you got curious.” Sam said.

“Classification book?” Lucian asked. “Is that that romance novel that he was reading before?” Lucian asked Sam and Cass felt his face warm.

“Why the hell would that be a classification book? No, it’s a giant book with all of the most up to date types of demons. I’ve read a little bit of it, but I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for.” Cass said. Lucian turned his gaze from the man on the floor to Cass, smirking.

“How am I supposed to know that? What if demons hid it in romance novels? That seems sneaky enough, plus I read that the book had two guys as main characters. A man and a woman certainly wouldn’t be able to do what they were doing in the novel together.” Lucian said, an eyebrow raised and Cass felt his face warm again.

This damn man.

Cass sighed, shaking his head before he turned his gaze towards Sam. While he did feel that the man had a lot that he needed to apologise for, keeping him on the floor wasn’t something that Cass wanted to do.

“Sam, for the love of everything, get up off the floor and stop falling to the floor without a care of your surroundings. You nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought you were going to brain yourself on the corner of the coffee table. If you did that, all of this negotiation would be fucking nothing then.” Cass scolded and watched as Byron let out a relieved sigh, clearly happy that Cass was scolding the smaller aide.

Sam raised his head hesitantly, looking nervous.

“I…But this is how I know to apologise. Aren’t you upset? This seemed to work in the past.” Sam said carefully and Cass frowned.

“It makes me uncomfortable. I would prefer it if you didn’t apologise like that. I like to see your eyes when you do it. It’s to make sure you are being sincere.” Cass told him and Sam’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded. He slowly got to his feet, sitting back down across from Cass who was still in Lucian’s lap.

No one was making a comment on it.

“I’m sorry I can’t speak on it more, my Lord. I would love to, but…” Sam trailed off, looking very apologetic as he touched his throat. No one in the room had forgotten how he had reacted only a few minutes ago. Cass sighed, shaking his head.

“No. It’s okay. I would rather not go through all of this effort just to kill you by forcing you to explain things to me that I already have plans in place to find out about on my own anyways.” Cass said and felt Lucian stiffen.

“What? How are you planning to do that?” He asked and Cass blinked, before turning his gaze away from Sam towards the dragon wrapped around him.

“I have to know more about myself. I didn’t know for sure I was some kind of a sex demon until now.” Cass’ face flushed as he continued to speak. “I mean, there were signs, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure. While I know now, I don’t know my origins. I need to find that out, so…I was planning to find a demon shine and try to speak to the demons like I speak to the gods.” Cass said.

Lucian stared at him. Sam stared at him. Byron stared at him.

“Are you fucking serious?” Lucian growled, smoke pouring out of his nostrils and Cass coughed. He growled again, a deep rumble that stirred Cass’ body. Cass felt his eyes widen in surprise at his body’s reaction, but he shoved that down into the depths. Right now was not the time for his body to be responding to whatever stupid dragon shit that Lucian was doing.

“Of course I am.” Cass told him tartly, trying to hide how his heartbeat had picked up the pace in his chest, his throat feeling a little dry all of a sudden. Lucian growled again and Cass glanced away nervously.

His orange gaze was molten, his slivered pupils staring at Cass angrily.

“Do you not remember what the demons did to you in the fucking dungeon? I do not trust them around you.” Lucian’s words were firm, deep, and Cass had to fight a shiver.

“I won’t be in a dungeon.” Cass reminded him and Lucian narrowed his gaze.

“Oh? Do you think that will make a difference? They just tried to get their hands on our fucking Saintess, Cass. What makes you think you’ll be safe? You won’t be. I don’t like this plan.” Lucian told him and Cass narrowed his gaze, swallowing thickly.

“Then what the fuck do you suggest? Stay ignorant? I don’t even know what’s going on with my body, Lucian! I need to know my origins! Did you know that fairy blood and demon blood isn’t supposed to mix? At all?” Lucian seemed a little surprised to hear that. Cass caught the shocked look from Sam and Byron as well. It messed him up a bit that even Sam wasn’t aware of that fact. “I’m a freak of nature! I shouldn’t exist, and yet I do. I need to know why, and how. It’s not like I have my Mother around to ask, and I don’t even know where my father is! The gods can’t answer it either!” Cass revealed and watched as everyone shifted.

“They can’t answer it?” Lucian asked softly and Cass shook his head aggressively. His hands clenched and unclenched as he swallowed.

“No. They can’t speak on demon related things. A code or something. I don’t know. I was too angry at the time to really process everything.” Cass hid the fact that there was another deal made. He wouldn’t tell them that. The anger faded from Lucian’s expression slowly, draining like a sink.

“Sweetness, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that it was bothering you this much.” Lucian spoke softly, carefully, and Cass didn’t know why he was doing it.

“Why are you talking that way?” Cass asked and Lucian scanned his face, his double eyelids flickering closed for a second. It felt like the man was trying to distract him. Then again, Cass hadn’t seen his eyes like this for a while.

“Because you need it. You’re clearly upset and have been for a while. What’s wrong with being gentle with a man who deserves gentle handling?” Lucian asked and Cass felt his breathing hitch. He had no words to respond back with.

What the hell? Why was he being so sweet? This was…this was not fair.

“I don’t need gentle handling.” Cass muttered, face flushed. Lucian scanned him slowly, taking in the way Cass was ducking his head slightly, avoiding eye contact. He made a low, rumbling noise in his throat.

“Hmm. Sure. A warning. I hear Fiona and Eddie approaching. For that meeting you had scheduled.” Cass felt the colour drain from his face.

He had forgotten, and honestly, they hadn’t gotten to the core issues yet. They’d proposed a few solutions, but nothing had been solidified yet.

Cass jerked his gaze towards Byron who caught his gaze. He nodded, heading towards the door just as a knock sounded. Byron answered the door, letting the duo know that they weren’t quite done.

That was all well and good until Cass could practically hear Edgar sniff and Byron, the dragon, was shoved aside as Edgar stormed in.

“Why do I smell blood?” Edgar demanded. Fiona peered into the room behind him, nosy, as Cass felt his eyes widen.

Cass had no idea what he looked like to the others. Had no idea that he looked like what a classical vampire would look like. It was more fair to say that Cass looked like a vampire from one of the romance novel covers that he wouldn’t pick up from the cover alone in his world.

Edgar let out a shocked gasp, his hand flying to his chest, his blue eyes glowing. He looked betrayed. Aghast. Like he’d just walked in on his partner cheating on him.

Cass couldn’t exactly say that wasn’t the case.

“He punished me, Eddie. It’s not what it looks like.” Lucian said, trying to smooth out the wrinkles that were forming that didn’t seem to appease Edgar at all. Cass swore he saw tears begin to form in the man’s eyes.

“You bit him? Without me around?” The man sounded like Cass had committed a crime. Fiona had her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as her gaze darted around all of the men. Cass could see how she was trying to connect all of the dots right now in her mind. Cass wished her fucking luck.

“I…I wasn’t really myself, Edgar.” Cass admitted so that no one else had to cover for him. “I’m sorry it’s upsetting you, but I haven’t finished dealing with Sam.” Cass told him. Fiona jerked her head towards Sam and the man dropped his head, looking miserable.